Y cardies and wedges

Finger and flick

Bleached and bobbing

Like a nervous tic

Lurked beneath the fly over

With tubes of Evo-Stik

 

Summer saw a multitude

Of sniffers, psychos, skins

Floating skulls

With eyes like pins

Gathered in the evening gloom

With plastic bags and tins

 

Chased by giant Mars Bars

Glowed electric green

Through crackling fields of pylons

Barely in their teens

Back of a jam sandwich

Glue stains on their jeans

 

Spots and sores and red raw rash

Blowtorch breath and scabs

Ice-cold blast of butane

Twenty stolen tabs

Shaking like a shitting dog

Lungs like frozen glass

 

Y cardies and wedges

Finger and flick

Bleached and bobbing

Like a nervous tic

And they lurked beneath the fly over

With tubes of Evo-Stik